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In the hall of mourning

Gathered around your ghastly shrine

Kneeling in front of your vain hands

Drinking your poisoned wine

All their faces on me

Distant, cold, befittingly quell

But my fingers twist the knife

Would they mourn you as well?

Death knells, the orchestra plays

A dirge for all broken dreams

The way you dance, leering at me

Blade's flashed, your scream...

Now their contempt for me...

As I stabbed the sorrow's queen

They cannot see beside you

Mourning dies, mourned by thee

I will never love you

I will never be with you

I will never mourn you

I will continue to kill you

Your empty eyes now blacken

Your vile stare dispels

Your body on a catafalque

Shall sleep exposed in Hell

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As lady death emerges

With flowers in my pockets

I slowly raise the torn veil

Her eyes are bleeding sockets

O, death, you fragile maiden

How lonely thou must art

When everything you touch dies

Come, touch my marble heart

I sense your cold, pale fingers

Still milder than rejection

You cannot kill what's withered

We match our desolation

You stop my tears from falling

I shalt become your dream

Just lay upon my bleeding

Our blood will form one stream